Hey mate I know that you mean well, but that Ask asking for donos is a common scam on tumblr where the person makes the account and reblogs posts on the same day that they put the scam donation post to seem legit
Aw man. :/
man i love the idw characters
Oh thank goodness, at least there’s this I guess.
What are your thoughts on bloontonium radiation, being an overall biohazard, treating bloons to the experience of extreme biohazards.
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That’s a problem for Striker Jones to answer.
Next question.
I drew velvet again lol
+ some extra doodles
Uhh ignore my oc drawings peeking in
You saw nothing
I'll probably introduce y'all to them someday 🐡
Some old fan art for Totally Accurate Battle Simulator in 2021-2022 (these are ones I found from my Chinese media, and I lost a lot of original files after my computer got formatted).
I still like Quick Draw, I love them, I'm so sad I don't have the motivation to draw TABS fan art anymore.
I'm really grateful to 奥-波姆, her art and words have always inspired me.
On the shores of Gaza, where the horizon stretched endlessly, Khalil lived a life that seemed stable and secure. From his house overlooking the sea, he could hear the sound of crashing waves harmonizing with the sounds of the life he built through hard work and years of effort. 🏠💔 His studies in university as a sound engineer were a gateway to a promising future; his work in renting out large sound equipment used for parties and major events was his source of income, and the residential building he inherited from his father housed many families, ensuring a decent life for his own. 🎶🎤
Complete Destruction 🏚️💥
The war came like a storm, leaving nothing but ruin in its wake. The home that was considered a refuge for the family turned into rubble. The sound equipment that once spread joy throughout the city was silenced forever under the debris. The residential building, which was a continuous source of income, collapsed as if it had never existed.
Each passing day becomes harder than the last. Khalil feels the weight of responsibility crushing him, yet he has nothing to offer his family. Hunger gnaws at their health, and fear eats away at their souls. How can he tell his children that the life they knew is gone forever? How can he face their looks when they ask him about food, and he has little to give?
Omnia, his wife, stands beside him in this bitter struggle, but she, too, suffers in silence. She tries her best to soothe the children and reassure them, but deep down, she knows the future is uncertain and frightening. 👩👧👦🕊️
A Faint Hope ✨🌱
A Call for Help 🙏💖
My camping vetted by @gazavetters 🌷
Link vetted number #19 on list
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Helping with chores 🌱🖌️🧺
I decided to try this with my mom and she did pretty good :3
Not sure if I want to start posting again but I am using this site again. Might also start reblogging things more often. If I do end up posting stuff, I might want to lean more into the rp side of this blog.
A place for me to share my art and pretend I’m a silly shapeshifter guy Asks are usually turned off because I get really anxious about talking with people lmaoShe/They/It, but I'm good with anyNot really looking to make friends with people I don’t know IRL Master procrastinator
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